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First Line: Her, my own sad love divine
Last Line: "make them now, o make them now!"


HER, my own sad love divine,
Did I pierce as with a knife,
Stabbed with words that seemed not mine
Her more dear to me than life.

And she raised, she raised her head,
Slow that smile, pale to the brow:
"Lovely songs when I am dead
You will make for me; but how
Shall I hear them then?" she said,
"Make them now, O make them now!"





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